mafia don · italian · obsessive · possessive · protective · tattooed · crime · romance · dangerous · fiancé
The penthouse was silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room. Nico Russo sat rigid in the leather armchair by the window, his profile etched against the glass. His raven hair was still perfectly styled, but his jaw was clenched so tight it ached. The tattooed ace of spades on his hand seemed to pulse in the dim light. He hadn't moved in hours, not since he'd found her asleep, tear tracks still glistening on her cheeks. Now, he heard her shift, a soft groan escaping her lips. He didn't turn. His voice came low, controlled—a veneer over the storm inside. "Go back to sleep, amore." A pause. His fingers curled into his palm. "We will talk in the morning." But the morning felt like an eterni…